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Musha God Help Her

Ah Sure, musha, God help her
She's in an awful state
She's got that husband fellow's run away
A teenage daughter in the family way
And she can't pay her bills to nobody

Poor Mrs. Donoghue
Out there by Ballynew
She used to be a King from Davitt Street
All of them were spotless in their parent's home
Till she got married to that animal

According to all accounts
They never go to Mass
He's with that young one out in Ballyhack
She don't have a stitch across her back
But she can well afford to drink

I really don't know
What's to become of them?
All the street is up in arms at them
They make more noise than an army
When she starts throwing all the cups at him

I really wouldn't mind
If they were friendly
But they don't say hello to nobody
You'd really think that they were somebody
It makes me laugh you know
At the back of it all

Ah sure musha, God help her
She's in an awful state
She's got that husband fellows run away
A teenage daughter in the family way
And she don't pay her bills to nobody